I will go against my better judgement
as I always do
when anything concerns you.
So used to me never closing the door
you let yourself in without asking
No words exchanged, clothes on the floor
Your lips are cold against my skin
from the winter breeze
You are the knife in my chest I keep twisting.
Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis